Doesn't get any better than this Carole...you always have that soft whispering emotion of love, romance, and that mystical feeling of Nature...a blending of thoughts that captures this reader within reflection...

the shadows shifted in a wind dance
across the wooden deck
as if seeking the fire’s warmth
tossing our silhouettes behind us
draped upon the wall
in harmony they raise
spectral wine glasses
the wall catching the crimson glow

... such a vivid capture that speaks a mystery all its own, Carole! Magical and yet so real. Wonderful spark and sparkle of life in this write. Excellent! xx

Carole, the killer lines in this romantic interlude are many and formidable my dear friend. But it is the tender ambiance and the gifted stitching of mood and emotion that I find alluring. You reach out across the distance and embrace the reader's romantic impulses. Another rendering with silky smoothness and soul captivating experience. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael

Fine writing, Carole, no doubt at all; I'm particularly taken with, "...the moon was its narrowest, a pale silver sliver, a smear on the night..." and again with, "...the shadows shifted in a wind dance..."
and the ending is perfection.